"We are going to have the camp counselors take turns deciding who they want in their cabin. Everyone line up with your stuff!" Shelly Shellington- lame name I know- said after a three hour long lecture where the weird girl next to me kept trying to grab my hand for unknown reasons. I raced to the line, desperate to get a spot next to CJ. Unfortunately, she was clear on the other side of the line. The first Councillor picked a person
"Harry!" She shouted. On and on this went, until we reached the final counselor. She studied her list for a minute before shouting
" Charlotte!"
"Call me CJ" She replies. She ran up and did five back handsprings ending in a back flip landing perfectly beside the coach.
"Show off" a girl next to me muttered. I nodded in agreement, but on the inside, I was doing flips right next to her. I zoned out for a little while, just looking around thinking about kis- I mean just thinking.
"Lucas!" I heard my name being called. I was in the same cabin as CJ! I jogged up and she gave me a high five. I looked at the other people in my group. They looked mainly like nerdy, weird, people. Oh, and that weird girl who kept blinking at me this afternoon. I think her name was Bailey? Oh well. We followed the counselor to our cabin, where she told us just to go to bed and we'd unpack in the morning. My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was "This is going to be an interesting year."
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The Cliches
RandomMe and My sister wrote this story with one goal in mind: To write the most cliche story to ever exist.
